Daredevil

10. Devious

When I got home, Molly was nowhere to be found, and my bed sheets were still in a heap on the floor. I sighed with disappointment and rolled up my sleeves. I tried to avoid the spots that were evidently moist. Even the word moist was gross.

I dumped the bundle into the washing machine and tried to ignore the wetness on my arms. It's probably just sweat.

Never mind, both alternatives were gross.

After pouring some detergent into the old machine, I started it and made a beeline for the bathroom. Without looking at what was on my arm, I wiped it off with the towel and quickly threw that in too. I grumbled to myself about how miserably this day was turning out. I was still really mad at Darren, but I'd met the guy a few days ago, how mad could I really be?

My phone buzzed in my pocket so I pulled it out. I looked at Greg's name distastefully and threw my phone on the couch. I started the dishwasher and my phone continued to buzz along the soft velvety seat. I glared at it, but continued to pour the detergent into the machine. Once I started it, I sat down beside my phone and turned on the TV.

I was flipping channels when my phone started to ring. I frowned at the loud noise. It was set at default and I wondered who it could be. I changed everyone's ringtone due to my hatred for the fanfare sound. I looked at it and my eyes lingered on the screen as I hardly acknowledged Greg's name.

I didn't bother pressing ignore, I just listened to the animated character on the screen, along with the occasional disturbing clang from the washing machine. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was heavy, but authoritative and it was only once. I groaned and rolled off the couch, landing on the floor harder than I'd expected to.

"Ow," I muttered, rubbing my hip as I got up and made my way to the door. I unlocked it then opened it reluctantly, face blank. All energy was now gone and I felt like an empty carcass. Beautiful depiction, I know.

"Hello, Greg," I greeted, "goodbye Greg." I shut the door in his face, turning around, ready to leave. Then the door opened again and I swivelled around.

"How—" he cut me off with a disappointed look.

"You know you have to lock the door for it to be effective, right?" I huffed and rotated on my foot, facing the couch that looked more inviting than ever. "Woah, where are you going?" He grabbed me by the shirt I was wearing and pulled me back.

"To the couch..." I whined, looking back at him over my shoulder, flashing him my tired grey eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"You'd know if you checked your texts," he retorted with a snort.

"I do check my texts," I started, turning around to face him as he let go of my shirt, "after I check to make sure they're not from you."

"Ouch." Greg feigned hurt before grinning at me. "You know, I wasn't sure about you when we first met in the alley behind the club, but now, I know Dare made a good choice. He may be a boy, but I should know better than to doubt him. He's always right."

"He may be right, but he's a right asshole." I didn't even have the energy to glare at him at this point, I just wanted to relax and sleep for a little while. I then decided to sit on the hard floor, choosing that it was better than standing.

"What are you doing?" He asked, not acknowledging the insult to Darren.

"What does it look like, genius?" I snapped, getting agitated as he looked down at me with something resembling disapproval. Good thing I didn't care at the moment.

"Why are you being like this? In the alley you were so... energetic," he commented truthfully. I looked up at him tiredly.

"And now I'm not," I declared obviously. He returned my look of exasperation and I sighed. "Dare is a prick, albeit a good looking prick, but a prick nonetheless. I can't remember the last time I had a good sleep, then again that's university for you, and Molly just had sex on my bed so I can't sleep anyway."

"Who's Molly?" Greg inquired, seeming more attentive now that I was actually responding.

"My roommate."

"Ah." Neither of us said anything for a moment and a comfortable silence settled between us.

"Well, I didn't come to sulk with you—"

"Then why'd you come? That's the only thing happening here," I stated, no intentions of moving from the floor. Not in the near future at least.

"Dare wants you to come back. Again, if you'd read the texts I sent you, you'd know that he has an assignment for you. Think of it as the real initiation."

I scoffed, "I though I already did the whole 'initiation' thing." I made air quotations as I spoke.

"You call zip lining from the Empire State Building, initiation?" He asked incredulously, laughing as he finished.

"Yup, pretty much. It's not like I go around looking to join illegal organizations." I cracked a smile at my own jab.

"Who said we were illegal?"

"So you're legal?" No response. "Exactly."

We waited for a moment so I broke the silence. "Do you mind shutting the door? Whether you're staying or you're on your way out, it's getting weird. I think like three people have passed by already."

Greg sighed and he looked like he was about to leave, but then he grabbed one of my arms and lifted me up so quickly that I was over his shoulder before I could throw up. That's a lie.

I threw up a little on his shoulder, staining his black shirt. "Did you just..?"

"No," I replied too quickly. Greg sighed and lifted me out the door, shutting it behind him. "Wait! If you're going to kidnap me, at least let me lock the door so I don't get robbed too.

Greg huffed and took me back in so that I could grab my keys and lock the door. Then, he took me back to his shady van and started driving, once again, blasting ABBA. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't brighten my mood instantaneously.